Hello After many hours at CK2 and not a few at Ck3 I finally decide with an AAR. Unbelievably, this is my first match with Hastein. What to say but it is wonderful for the versatility it gives us. I am a Spanish speaker therefore I am very sorry for not being able to reach a larger audience. However I am almost certain that the pages are automatically translated. I'll run my fingers for it. Thank you and welcome !!!
Chapter I: The arrival of Peace.
Hanstein let his mind slip as he looked at the map in his private rooms. Two years had passed since he returned with Björn "Iron Sides" from the plunder of the Mediterranean. Now his only friend was fighting alongside his brothers to avenge the death of Ragnar Lodbrok. England, the land that showed the way of glory and wealth to its people, was ravaged by multiple Norse lords.
The fact that his men were restless did not escape him. All the lords of the north were fighting against the Anglo-Saxons, the looting was constant. More than one openly wondered if the great Hanstein legend was destined to disappear.
But the earl couldn't accept being a second. Even though he swept England and settled there that would always be the land of the Lodbrok, no, he would not be just one of the greats. Hanstein would create a kingdom in his own right. A land that he only knew from his legend, just as Ragnar did. I was restless. He spent the last few nights without sleep, weighing the consequences of what he wanted to do. Although the lust for glory consumed him, his mind was sharp enough to understand the risk of such a large undertaking for a man who was growing old against his will.
His wife placed her hands on his back, pulling him out of his thoughts.
The countess unleashed all of Haisten's lust. Never, not even among the exotic Mediterranean women, did she see such perfect features as those of the mother of her child. He felt the uncontrollable erection.
-Don't think about it, love. Your men are waiting outside. They have already arranged everything to start the fighting. I spent the last week organizing the grounds and preventing them from killing each other.
-Come on, I know you can wait a little longer ...
"No," he said, firmly pushing her hand away. "They want to see their lord." Also, I'm bleeding these days. Later you can visit the French if you can't wait.
I try to notice some reproachful tone in his wife's voice, but I can't detect anything. Ide was his second wife, the Nordic faith allowed a man to have up to three concubines. He took it when he realized how useful the young woman was to discover the little plots in the shadows. His wife was just as good, but she didn't have the advantage of being a local.
Vigdis smiled.
-Although the most likely thing is that he tells you that he is busy. I don't know why he always shuns his obligations. Come.-said throwing himself on the bed.
An hour later the screaming in the courtyard was uncontrollable. Hastíen stood uncontrollably when one of his house champions ended up winning. The man approached the podium bowing respectfully to his lord. From whom he received the 40 gold ducats as a prize.
Grimir was given a seat at the head table during the great evening banquet. The food was simply delicious and he consumed it copiously, like a bottomless barrel. While most Vikings simply screamed, Grimir did not lose sight of his lord.
Some were not careful to say that the "old earl" was tired. The man lived pending the Lord. He reacted with equal pleasure to his jokes as to his insults. Maybe that's why he had a seat on the board and sat at the head table every day and not just when he broke a few skulls in a competition. It did not escape his gaze that the Christian Angelbert was also whispering worriedly to his master. The man had spent the last few weeks in the neighboring kingdom of Britain.
.
On the contrary, the count looked calm, staring at the seated warriors and stroking the ax on the table. Grimir smiled as he chewed on a hearty chicken leg. The looting would be announced tonight. And the old earl wouldn't just announce a raid for loot, you gathered no more than 3000 men and paid for armor, shields and swords just to grab a few loot. I spot Yvgnar groping the slaves, as expected.
The man put silver coins between his lips and enjoyed how the unfortunate ones sucked them with function to extract them. The man was even younger than he, but he had a position as a butler in the house.
He was the one who revealed to him almost accidentally and after paying him a multitude of whores and drinks that the ships that were meeting would not travel to England as many expected but to Ireland. This was his opportunity, as captain of the Haestein house he would be close to everything that happened. His shot at glory was only moments away from being revealed. And one day he would be as rich and powerful as the lord he now fed on.
Angelbert was drowned out by the shouting of the warriors and his hands were sweating. He tried to convince his lord again not to raid the Britons. He personally toured the lands of King Salomon map Riwallon and was able to feel the hatred of the local lords for the Northerners. The young Earl of Anjou in neighboring West France, just a child, cried out to the four winds that one day he would take revenge for the death of his father at the hands of Count Hastein. The county was surrounded. It was useless, the count raised his hand and stood up:
- Vikings! ! Vikings!
The silence was absolute. All the warriors turned to look at him.
-! Those who want to storm England!
-! Who want to join the thousands of our people who loot there!
The noise was thunderous, men drew swords and smashed plates and glasses in approval.
"Good, good ..." The count spread his hands. -Well, then you just want a little gold and a handful of earth. So they don't want to settle in a land where there are enormous treasures, and a river surrounded by fertile lands, a river that has no limits in extension. A land where there is talk of huge stone buildings, built by giants for their kings.
The men were stunned listening to the earl. Grimir stopped swallowing for a second. He had been to Ireland like many others. It was a friendlier land than harsh Sweden but never as the earl described it. His eyes slid on Grimir who looked just as stunned.
-They're all in England. Even my "Steel Side" friend. But I say to you that you came to my call. The glory there will always be for the sons of Ragnarr. No matter how well they fight, no matter how much honor Odin's name covers. The sagas will only see them as the continuation of the legend of the great Ragnar Lodbrok.
The earl leaped up onto the table and began to gesture.
-I have for you the best of the lands. I have for you the opportunity of a kingdom richer and more powerful even than that which would be achieved in England. At the edge of the world is the kingdom of Egypt where no Viking has yet arrived. This is the opportunity to be rich as you never expected. This is the new saga of our people. Will Vikings Follow Me? Will they follow me to take the lands of the giants? Will they rule Egypt? !!
When the shouts of the men muffled the music and the fists were raised in approval, Count Hastein returned to his place at the table, stroking his wife's thighs. He had the same bright eyes as his men. They were his, he would return to the Mediterranean as I always hope, but this time as the sole leader. On January 1, 867, Count Hastein felt at peace.
Chapter I: The arrival of Peace.
Hanstein let his mind slip as he looked at the map in his private rooms. Two years had passed since he returned with Björn "Iron Sides" from the plunder of the Mediterranean. Now his only friend was fighting alongside his brothers to avenge the death of Ragnar Lodbrok. England, the land that showed the way of glory and wealth to its people, was ravaged by multiple Norse lords.
The fact that his men were restless did not escape him. All the lords of the north were fighting against the Anglo-Saxons, the looting was constant. More than one openly wondered if the great Hanstein legend was destined to disappear.
But the earl couldn't accept being a second. Even though he swept England and settled there that would always be the land of the Lodbrok, no, he would not be just one of the greats. Hanstein would create a kingdom in his own right. A land that he only knew from his legend, just as Ragnar did. I was restless. He spent the last few nights without sleep, weighing the consequences of what he wanted to do. Although the lust for glory consumed him, his mind was sharp enough to understand the risk of such a large undertaking for a man who was growing old against his will.
His wife placed her hands on his back, pulling him out of his thoughts.
The countess unleashed all of Haisten's lust. Never, not even among the exotic Mediterranean women, did she see such perfect features as those of the mother of her child. He felt the uncontrollable erection.
-Don't think about it, love. Your men are waiting outside. They have already arranged everything to start the fighting. I spent the last week organizing the grounds and preventing them from killing each other.
-Come on, I know you can wait a little longer ...
"No," he said, firmly pushing her hand away. "They want to see their lord." Also, I'm bleeding these days. Later you can visit the French if you can't wait.
I try to notice some reproachful tone in his wife's voice, but I can't detect anything. Ide was his second wife, the Nordic faith allowed a man to have up to three concubines. He took it when he realized how useful the young woman was to discover the little plots in the shadows. His wife was just as good, but she didn't have the advantage of being a local.
Vigdis smiled.
-Although the most likely thing is that he tells you that he is busy. I don't know why he always shuns his obligations. Come.-said throwing himself on the bed.
An hour later the screaming in the courtyard was uncontrollable. Hastíen stood uncontrollably when one of his house champions ended up winning. The man approached the podium bowing respectfully to his lord. From whom he received the 40 gold ducats as a prize.
Grimir was given a seat at the head table during the great evening banquet. The food was simply delicious and he consumed it copiously, like a bottomless barrel. While most Vikings simply screamed, Grimir did not lose sight of his lord.
Some were not careful to say that the "old earl" was tired. The man lived pending the Lord. He reacted with equal pleasure to his jokes as to his insults. Maybe that's why he had a seat on the board and sat at the head table every day and not just when he broke a few skulls in a competition. It did not escape his gaze that the Christian Angelbert was also whispering worriedly to his master. The man had spent the last few weeks in the neighboring kingdom of Britain.
.
On the contrary, the count looked calm, staring at the seated warriors and stroking the ax on the table. Grimir smiled as he chewed on a hearty chicken leg. The looting would be announced tonight. And the old earl wouldn't just announce a raid for loot, you gathered no more than 3000 men and paid for armor, shields and swords just to grab a few loot. I spot Yvgnar groping the slaves, as expected.
The man put silver coins between his lips and enjoyed how the unfortunate ones sucked them with function to extract them. The man was even younger than he, but he had a position as a butler in the house.
He was the one who revealed to him almost accidentally and after paying him a multitude of whores and drinks that the ships that were meeting would not travel to England as many expected but to Ireland. This was his opportunity, as captain of the Haestein house he would be close to everything that happened. His shot at glory was only moments away from being revealed. And one day he would be as rich and powerful as the lord he now fed on.
Angelbert was drowned out by the shouting of the warriors and his hands were sweating. He tried to convince his lord again not to raid the Britons. He personally toured the lands of King Salomon map Riwallon and was able to feel the hatred of the local lords for the Northerners. The young Earl of Anjou in neighboring West France, just a child, cried out to the four winds that one day he would take revenge for the death of his father at the hands of Count Hastein. The county was surrounded. It was useless, the count raised his hand and stood up:
- Vikings! ! Vikings!
The silence was absolute. All the warriors turned to look at him.
-! Those who want to storm England!
-! Who want to join the thousands of our people who loot there!
The noise was thunderous, men drew swords and smashed plates and glasses in approval.
"Good, good ..." The count spread his hands. -Well, then you just want a little gold and a handful of earth. So they don't want to settle in a land where there are enormous treasures, and a river surrounded by fertile lands, a river that has no limits in extension. A land where there is talk of huge stone buildings, built by giants for their kings.
The men were stunned listening to the earl. Grimir stopped swallowing for a second. He had been to Ireland like many others. It was a friendlier land than harsh Sweden but never as the earl described it. His eyes slid on Grimir who looked just as stunned.
-They're all in England. Even my "Steel Side" friend. But I say to you that you came to my call. The glory there will always be for the sons of Ragnarr. No matter how well they fight, no matter how much honor Odin's name covers. The sagas will only see them as the continuation of the legend of the great Ragnar Lodbrok.
The earl leaped up onto the table and began to gesture.
-I have for you the best of the lands. I have for you the opportunity of a kingdom richer and more powerful even than that which would be achieved in England. At the edge of the world is the kingdom of Egypt where no Viking has yet arrived. This is the opportunity to be rich as you never expected. This is the new saga of our people. Will Vikings Follow Me? Will they follow me to take the lands of the giants? Will they rule Egypt? !!
When the shouts of the men muffled the music and the fists were raised in approval, Count Hastein returned to his place at the table, stroking his wife's thighs. He had the same bright eyes as his men. They were his, he would return to the Mediterranean as I always hope, but this time as the sole leader. On January 1, 867, Count Hastein felt at peace.
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